Monthly Archives: July 2015

I might have expected a country as old as Bulgaria, a culture that has seen it all, to accept the inevitable compromises of war. After all, as cynics say, only the naive fight for “how it should be.” Yet … Continue reading →

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Traveling reminds me of how little I know. I went to a country admiring the soft, beautiful name of its capital city – Sofia, Greek goddess of wisdom. But what else? I had to add wisdom in bits, little … Continue reading →

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I’ve been traveling through Bulgaria trying to get a handle on its nature. Is it East or West, Mediterranean or Slavic, old or modern? Something clicked when I remembered that Dionysus was called “a foreign god.” And that dazzling, charismatic … Continue reading →

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A group of adults were milling around a sumptuous gallery of an art museum. The high walls were laddered with portraits – crafty Flemish merchants, suspicious Protestant faces, plump hedonists from classical mythology and 19th century. Saints being martyred. It … Continue reading →

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Wandering is often mythic, a psychological circling from exile back to roots. My wandering in Pittsburgh turned into one of those stories. Meeting artist Diane Samuels was part of the homecoming. In the way of the postmodern, it was multi-layered … Continue reading →